NaPoWriMo, Day Thirty, Poem Twenty-Eight

Room

Elephant
with you
lunges
for toes,

begs for
stage of
the room
address.

Terrible
people
wait for
your wince.

That's just
what those
with weight
will do,

trample
over selves
as you leave
mouse-like,

celebrate
new wealth,
clean each
other's bones.